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- PG Wodehouse, The Code of the Woosters
Happy autumn, everyone.
People will say they aren’t religious, and then be wholly committed to some lifestyle/self-help cult that takes more time, money and effort than attending any kind of religious service once a week ever will.
It’s just. Interesting. How lifestyle, fashion and self-development are specifically marketed as the Solution to your worries and troubles and search for meaning, perfectly designed to fill the niche left behind by organised religion in increasingly secularised Western societies.
And this is why it’s so important for brands to build a Story around their products. Because they’re not just selling you an item with material utility. They are hoping to sell you an identity. They are trying to imbue ultimately meaningless things with a sense of deeper meaning, because the marketing isn’t really speaking to our rational side which tells us which things we need to perform our everyday tasks. It is speaking to our emotional side, our dreams and ambitions, our desire to make sense of the world and our place in it.
You see this a lot with marketing of literature too. The publishers aren’t content with selling you books. They want you to buy into an identity as a reader, as a bookworm, as a nerd. They talk about the smell of new books and the guilty pleasure compulsive buying of too many books and the pros and cons of paperbacks versus hardcovers and the “things only a book nerd will understand”. And not to harp on about BookTok and Bookstagram, but these two communities play right into that, by being concerned with Reader Identity and the asthetics and lifestyle of consuming stories, rather than literature as a tool for sharing human experience and knowledge and broadening your horizons and an at times subversive art form.
I think nothing is more emblematic of the above than book bloggers reviewing the Communist Manifesto on Amazon-owned Goodreads
The Outbursts of Everett True was a comic strip that ran in papers from 1905 to 1927, wherein the aforementioned Everett True regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude. Men have not only been taking up too much room on public transport for about as long as public transport has existed, but the people around them have been irritated about it for at least a hundred years. The next time someone tries to claim that manspreading is a false phenomenon, please direct them to this strip so that Everett True can correct their misconceptions with an umbrella upside the head.
I have never before heard of Everett True, but if he “regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude,” I have a strong spiritual connection with him.
I fucking love him
i can imagine this guy’s voice very clearly in my head but i couldn’t put a name to it
He also jabs racists in the eye!
I love the justice grandpa of fists
I’m very lucky to own a book that’s a collection of most of these comics (sadly not all of them) and would highly recommend hunting these down if you can. Sorry for the lack of a scanner but phone photos will just have to do.
He was a enjoyable cuss who didn’t care for war mongering.
Especially profitable war mongering and excuses for it!
He certainly didn’t like selfish husbands and fathers!
Politicians who turned on their words once they got theirs weren’t safe.
He said fuck the police!
He absolutely didn’t like people ruining little things for kids.
He stood up for foreigners. Especially those doing their best to communicate with limited second language knowledge.
He was not having any tomfoolery when it came to gun safety and laws. Especially with youth involved.
You had better not abuse a animal with him nearby. He’d right that wrong real quick!
And best of all him and his wife were both prickly cusses together. Relationship goals.
I have a new role model
“justice grandpa of fists”
It’s nice to see a fat dude in a political cartoon that’s NOT being used as shorthand for greed and corruption.
Hes like the personification of motherfucker unlimited
Reblogging this newer version of this thread with so many more strips I haven’t seen…why did this character ever disappear. Where did you go, Everett.
we need him more than ever…
sorry to make a long post longer but I feel like we could all really use some Everett True Beating Up Anti-Maskers content:
“If you are penitent, you love. And if you love you are of God. All things are atoned for, all things saved by love.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Tumblr isn't social media, it's a habit. Like smoking. We're all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.
Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”
“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.”
— bell hooks (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
You have been visited by the spirit of 2020. Peace and health will be yours in the coming year but only if you reblog this in the next 46 seconds
perhaps love and kindness are practices rather than feelings or states of being
“Our souls demand Purgatory, don’t they? Would it not break the heart if God said to us, ‘It is true, my son, that your breath smells and your rags drip with mud and slime, but we are charitable here and no one will upbraid you these things, nor draw away from you. Enter into the joy?’ Should we not reply, ‘With submission, Sir, and if there is no objection, I’d rather be cleaned first.’ ‘It may hurt, you know.’–‘Even so, Sir.’
“I assume that the process of purification will normally involve suffering. Partly from tradition; partly because most real good that has been done me in this life involved it. But I don’t think suffering is the purpose of the purgation. I can well believe that people neither much worse nor much better than I will suffer less than I or more. ‘No nonsense about merit.’ The treatment given will be the one required, whether it hurts little or much.
“My favorite image on this matter comes from the dentist’s chair. I hope that when the tooth of life is drawn and I am ‘coming round’ a voice will say, ‘Rinse your mouth out with this.’ This will be Purgatory.”
-C.S. Lewis
… Although we can’t always control the broader calculus of our “broken world", we can author our own personal decisions in response the surrounding chaos. We never abdicate the ability to maintain the “moral line” and make decisions of “conscience” even if the surrounding world doesn’t accommodate those decisions. For reasons which often lie beyond human comprehension, G-d sometimes allows evil to flourish. It is difficult to decipher this mystery and we often struggle to understand Divine logic in a bleak world of rampaging evil. Despite these ‘unknowns’ and the frustration it sometimes causes we are empowered to maintain our own religious and moral convictions even if we can’t calculate how these values will impact an uninviting world.
Rabbi Moshe Taragin
“The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things… are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
“One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it.”
— G.K. Chesterton
I don’t ‘zone out’. Being zoned out is my default state, and I occasionally zone back in to check how things are going.
“In the Biblical conception… the basis of experiencing the presence of God is contribution and giving of the heart. Many have pointed out the very strange wording of the verse toward the beginning of the Torah reading of Terumah (Exodus, 25, 8) – “And let them make Me a sanctuary, that I may dwell among them”. Seemingly, the verse should say that the Israelites are to make a sanctuary that God may dwell within it – but, it says instead that God may dwell among them. The sanctuary that is being spoken of is a sanctuary among the Israelites that is built in the heart – and, the foundation of such a sanctuary of the heart is contribution.”
— Jeffrey Radon